Good Life piano leadsheet with chords

Woke up in London yesterday, found myself in the city near Piccadilly.

Don't really know how I got here,

I got some pictures on my phone.

New names and numbers that I don't know,

address to places like Abbey Road.

Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want.

We're young enough to say...

Oh, this has gotta be good life.

This has gotta be good life.

This could really be a good life,

good life.

I say, oh, got this feelin' that you can't fight,

like this city is on fire tonight.

This could really be a good life,

a good, good life.

oh, oh.)

To my friends in New York,

I say hello.

My friends in L.

A., they don't know where I've been for the past few years or so,

Paris to China to Colorado.

Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out.

Sometimes there's bullsh** that don't work now.

We all got our stories.

But please, tell meeee what there's to complain about.

When you're happy like a fool,

let it take you over.

When ev'rything is out,

you gotta take it in.

A good, good life.

oh, oh.)

Hopelessly I feel like there might be somethin' that I'll miss.

Hopelessly I feel like the window closes so,

so quick.

Hopelessly I'm taking a mental picture of you now,

'cause hopelessly the hope is we have so much to feel good about.

Oh, this has gotta be good life.

This has gotta be good life.

This could really be a good life,

good life.

I say, oh, got this feelin' that you can't fight,

like this city is on fire tonight.

This could really be a good life,

a good, good life.

oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.)

To my friends in New York,

I say hello.

My friends in L.

A., they don't know where I've been for the past few years or so,

Paris to China to Colorado.

Sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump out.

Sometimes there's bullsh** that don't work now.

We all got our stories.

But please, tell meeee what there's to complain about.